On second thought, the idea of hasty climbing a treacherous slope in the dark was not a good one... and, um, t

On second thought, the idea of hasty climbing a treacherous slope in the dark was not a good one... and, um, to save the good name of the baron I'll strike out the details of how we got down from that height, simply saying we arrived... tattered and bruised. There was no choice left — we had to make a detour, and precious time was lost. Our humbled band had to seek out the cultist among the rocks or at the edge of the stone plateau.